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6th June 2006, 06:29 AM
Curse of the Navari
Judgement of the Damned
Before this age of man, the world was a inhabited by those who are long forgotten. Creatures who's existence is now denied, and their origin unexplainable. By today's standards, they would be described as demons. At first, these demons were of little consequence, they lived poor lives and were subject to the harsh nature of the world. In order to adapt, they began to absorb the characteristics of other things around them. Animals, plants, even inorganic rock. They began to evolve over time, quicker than any other species. Soon, there were hundreds, if not thousands of different demon breeds. They fought for supremacy over all things. The weak perished, the strong survived. As they continued to fight amongst themselves, the world continued to change. Snakes became lizard kings, ice spread across the planet. An insignificant species evolved into the dominant one, as demon numbers began to wane. Forced to interbreed with their rivals, many sought new ways to survive.
Primitive man was an easy target. Though simple minded, their instinct to attack the different meant demons could not simply use them as they had initially hoped. Instead, they appeared to them, amazing them with tricks. They posed as gods and angels, some even becoming the monsters of the faith formed around those initial 'sightings'. At this time there were only a few pureblood demons remaining. One such species was known as the Nosfur. Blood drinkers, who's strength came with the night and waned with the sun, they survived only through their guile and cunning, feeding off man and demon alike. Yet, with man's numbers rising, and demonic races dwindling, their survival looked bleak.
Time passed, and history took it's course. The demon numbers became smaller, while man grew more intelligent. Those that had survived were now amongst the few who remained. Their initial attempts to use man by creating faith worked against them, as man twisted faith to serve it's own will. Demons were hunted and killed, leaving those remaining to go into hiding, eking out a meagre existence underground. The Nosfur weren't so lucky. Their taste for human blood was their undoing. The last few survivors of the entire race were chased across Europe, finally ending up in Slavic Russia, one of million was the last living member. Weak and close to death, it came upon a girl, lost and alone in the woodland. Intent on keeping the species alive, it raped the girl, feeding her it's own blood in the process. The girl died a painful death, but it wasn't until the moon shone directly down upon her corpse, that the Nosfur's plan came to be. Her body reanimated, human and Nosfur physiology joined together as one. She became the Nosferatu, child of Nosfur.
Her own thirst for blood driving her forwards, she fed on a small group of peasants, killing some and drinking them dry, whilst forcing others to drink her own blood. Te human body is more complex than anyone would have believed. It's ability to fight off foreign invaders would have stopped the Nosfur genome instantly. By killing them, it is free to unite the two systems and create the new being. The original Nosfur survived long enough to pass on his knowledge and teachings to his new children. On the eve of his death, his children set out upon the land and the Nosferatu began to rapidly grow in size. It is important at this point that you understand, not all demons are as evil or blood thirsty as the Nosfur were. There were some who cared for others, as much as they cared for their own. The Obyri, were not a single species of demon, but a collection of many, who long held the belief that the future belonged not the them, but to mankind.
Many of the Obyri had appeared before man and taken on the role of gods. It was this people that came to be the few who would learn of the Nosferatu's strengths and weaknesses. Protecting themselves and their homes with Iron and Silver, they swiftly became targets of the Nosferatu. Fearing that their protections would not last forever, the people prayed to their 'gods'. The Obyri knew that man alone would not be enough to defeat the Nosferatu. Agreeing upon the matter, they chose to give themselves up for the sake of others. As a mirror to the last of the Nosfur, the very last survivor of the Bielbog race came before the people.
Bielbog had become known to the people as a God, representing the Power of Good, as the demon's ability to change one thing into another was greatly revered. For with his last breath he joined each of the Obyri with new born children, and the sick and dying across the country. The people named these chosen the Navari. Part demonic Nav, part fallen hero Nari. Though the children would grow as normal humans, the sick and dying were spared. Though human in heart, mind and soul, they possessed the qualities, strengths and weaknesses of the Obyri that gave their lives for them. As the Navari grew, they waged war against the Nosferatu. The names of both spread across Russia, Europe and eventually the world, becoming known by many things. Over time, the Nosferatu and navari became respectfully known as Vampires, and Cursed. Eventually, the Nosferatu were forced underground, hiding in the shadows with the other remaining demons.
The Navari became a secret. Known only to each other, and to the people descended from those who originally brought them into being. It was originally believed to be only those descended from the original navari could become one, but this is not true. Though blood lines run deep, there are cases of Navari children being born into other families, all over the world. The last act of Bielbog, a guarantee that the Navari would never die out. Most Navari are born with entirely human features, though some can have varying levels of defects at birth. The Navari kept in contact with each other across the world, forming groups where they could. They would leave lives as best they could, fitting in with the rest of mankind, who were, for the most part, oblivious to what was going around them. When they were needed, the Navari would hunt the Nosferatu, or any other demon that was making a claim on the human race.
Time is like a river, and history repeats itself. As mankind began to fight amongst itself, warring with foreign nations over minor disputes, the demon race begin to thrive on the death and destruction. The religions they had original started, the ones that had turned man against them, was now fuelling man's desire for power. Demon numbers began to increase once again, and life became much more difficult for the Navari. Though power is always on the mind, man's quest for knowledge was much more powerful. The existence of creatures, neither animal or plant, was known to many brilliant minds. Several groups began to research these sightings and phenomena, cataloguing information over the internet, comparing news stories from the past and present. From these small groups, larger organisations were created.
Top secret government institutions, funded in secret, the staff sworn to secrecy. They existed outside of the regular line of authority, able to take control of any crime scene or case without anyone knowing differently. Trained in the most advanced of fields, with the widest range of knowledge. The Institute of Supernatural Examination, or ISE came to be known to most public services as a special government branch that dealt with odd cases. The true nature of their workings has never been revealed. ISE came to be frequently referred to as ICE, with operatives and staff nicknamed Snowmen, or Frosties. There were several cases of staff members going AWOL, vanishing along with their records. Many were rediscovered, but kept out of the loop. They had turned vigilante, hunting demons and vampires themselves. They became known as Jack Frost's. Though security is kept at the highest level possible, should one of them be turned, the ISE would have to make a concerted effort to take them out before they compromised the operation.
What the Nosferatu want now is a solution to their problem. Their society has grown underground, spanning several generations, with castes and a ruling head, the oldest living Nosferatu. The Navari are still hunting them down, and with the ISE prodding at them with electric prods and instruments, they want more. There are plenty of legends around, rites to raise ancient demons, incantations created long ago that tell of such atrocities that would spell doom for mankind. Which one will work, is another question. The ISE themselves are facing a major change as a new head of operations starts accelerating things and changing the groundwork originally laid down by the organisation. Some people have come to realise there is a word beyond what they know. most have accepted it, and embraced the demons, at least the ones that don't want them dead. The Navari, they've not changed much. As things usually are, whatever happens, it'll be down to them to put right.
Sign Ups
The Navari
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Demon Species: Check attachments for more information
Notable Abilities: Check attachments for more information
Weapons:
Description:
Personality:
History:
Other:
The Nosferatu
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Vampire Species: Check attachments for more information
Birth: Check attachments for more information
Weapons:
Description:
Personality:
History:
Other:
The ISE
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Job:
Notable Skills:
Description:
Personality:
History:
Other:
Demon Creation Form[u]
Species - The name of the species
Distinguishing Features - 3 - 4 noticeable features
Positive Attributes - Good things
Negative Attributes - Bad things
Known variants - Off-shoots from the species such as different appearances.
[u]About the Attachments
Demon List - Contains a list of demons shown in the same format as the empty fields above.
Vampire List - Contains a list of vampires, as well as important information about them such as their strengths and weaknesses.
ISE - Contains some information about who works at the ISE, and some of the things they do. This is not all definite information, there could be other things they do too.
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The Navari
Name: Aries Burne
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Demon Species: Draconis (Ovis)
Notable Abilities: Significant proportion of skin covered in creamy-white scales, hard enough to deflect swords, clubs or other forms physical assault. Tail at lower back ends in forked spines with same toughness of scales, plus their bloody sharp too. Knits a mean sweater.
Weapons: A shotgun, the pellets of which are filled with with silver, as oppose to lead. And two Silver tipped daggers, approximately 5 inches in length, both with a smooth and serrated edge.
Description: About five foot in height, meaning that he appears a little thick round the middle. This isn't the case however, he's as well built as the next Navari. Not bringing his demon side into the equation yet, Aries has fluffy white hair, cut pretty short, but still with a curl to it. His complexion is fairly pale, but has vibrant green eyes that stand out a mile away (so he's been told). He's mostly found wearing loose jeans and t-shirts, anything that's comfy enough and can stop the tail getting sores. Now, his demon side? Well that's a funny thing. Aside from the tail, which is covered in creamy white scales, and ends in a fork with twin spines, most of his arms, legs and chest are covered in scales too. His palms, face and feet manage to escape that fortunately, but instead, his shoulders running down his back to the base of the tail.. that's all wool. Really fluffy white sheep's wool. The wool also grows around his forearms and ankles. On the sides of his head are two large, coiled, ram's horns.
When he's out hunting, Aries pads up with some basic body armour. The jeans get replaced with black and brown camouflage gear, while over a Kevlar vest goes a matt black jacket. He's been known to dye his hair (and wool) black sometimes, if it helps stay out of sight. He keeps the shotgun holstered under his jacket, while the two daggers are kept in sheaths hidden up both sleeves, so they can be pulled out when required.
Personality: Despite being the brunt of a few jokes regarding his origins, Aries is a pretty laid back kind of guy. He tends not to take offence at the jibes, instead turning them around so the joke is on his tormentor. Those that he is friends with know him well enough to avoid cracking a smart remark around him, but understand his jokes perfectly, and share a laugh at the expense of others. Aries is pretty strict about his appearance, he likes to keep himself well pruned, and well sheared too. All in all, he uses what he is as a weapon, acting the innocent joker then laying some hardcore violence down on things before they can stop laughing. Aries takes trust seriously, if he can't trust someone, then he can't work with them. If someone betrays his trust, then they are really fucked.
History: A regular Draconis Father and a human mother who worked on nothing other than a farm, brought into the world a boy covered in sheep's wool. The shock, followed but laughter all round was soon forgotten about when Aries was indoctrinated into the Navari cause. His training began soon, and despite him being the subject of several jokes, he did well enough for himself. His first time against a vampire ended in something of a disaster, when one of his team mates was killed due to them going off alone. After that, he swore that he would only hunt alone, or with people he trusted explicitly. After his horns had fully developed, Aries couldn't go out into public much, so spent most of his time hanging around demon friendly bars. He shares an apartment with a human called Don and a pure Aqua Nymph called Undine (not THE Undine mind).
Other: Aries does actually like the taste of lamb and mutton.
The Nosferatu
Name: Dakim
Age: 250
Gender: Male
Vampire Species: Carnivros
Birth: Soft Blood mother / Hard Blood father
Weapons: Wears a pair of gauntlets. Metal frames cover his hands and a little forearm, while the knuckles of the gloves bear small sharp spikes.
Description: A fairly good looking vampire, well built and fairly smart, enough to catch the eyes of eager yet easy prey. Ridges outline his red eyes, as well as along the jaw line. His hair is dark, auburn brown. As a Carnivros, his teeth are sharper than other vampires, the two main canines joined by a set on the bottom row of his teeth, while all his other teeth have a slight point to them also. Most of the time he is seen wearing heavily stained clothes, evidence of his feeding frenzies, where blood and fluids have stuck and dried to the clothing. His clothes change often, as he steals them from his prey before devouring them.
Personality: Dakim's personality is easily pigeon holed. He's a violent monster. Simply put, because it's true. Dakim's lust for pain, violence and death is matched only by his desire for power. What he wants, he takes, using any means he can. If he wants it bad enough, he'll not stop until he gets it. He has a massive distaste for authority, and would sooner kill someone telling him what to do that actually listen to them, regardless if they were right or wrong.
History: Dakim's mother, an 18th century noblewoman was sired by the Hard Blood vampire she would later bare a child with. In 1756 she birthed a hard blood child whom they named Dakim, an old word according to the father meaning, harbinger. He was treated like any other vampire for some time, it wasn't until his 'family' was forced to flee Spain. Attacked on route to a vampire safe house, his mother was killed, yet he survived by devouring one of her injured attackers. The boy was eventually found by his father, while little remained of the boys meal. After a hundred years of being raised by a gang of blood thirsty and incredibly violent vampires, he made his mark on the world. August 10th a hurricane devastates Last island, Louisiana. hundreds dead, hundreds more easy prey for the gang of vampires.
Eventually Dakim and the gang make their way to Europe again, where they are mercilessly hunted by the Navari. Few of the gang survive, and Dakim goes into hiding. Years later, Dakim hooks up with a Harpi and they flit around the world, feeding and avoiding the Navari. They make it to the underground Vampire community, where Dakim starts rising the ranks. He commands much respect from some vampires, while others would just as soon stab him in the back and take that power for themselves. So far, nobody has had any luck, and those that have tried, died for it.
Other: Has an on off sexual relationship with a Harpi named Lenna. All lust, no love.
Haven't finished my ISE form yet, will post it later. OK, now that this RPG is finally up, feel free to sign up everyone.
Judgement of the Damned
Before this age of man, the world was a inhabited by those who are long forgotten. Creatures who's existence is now denied, and their origin unexplainable. By today's standards, they would be described as demons. At first, these demons were of little consequence, they lived poor lives and were subject to the harsh nature of the world. In order to adapt, they began to absorb the characteristics of other things around them. Animals, plants, even inorganic rock. They began to evolve over time, quicker than any other species. Soon, there were hundreds, if not thousands of different demon breeds. They fought for supremacy over all things. The weak perished, the strong survived. As they continued to fight amongst themselves, the world continued to change. Snakes became lizard kings, ice spread across the planet. An insignificant species evolved into the dominant one, as demon numbers began to wane. Forced to interbreed with their rivals, many sought new ways to survive.
Primitive man was an easy target. Though simple minded, their instinct to attack the different meant demons could not simply use them as they had initially hoped. Instead, they appeared to them, amazing them with tricks. They posed as gods and angels, some even becoming the monsters of the faith formed around those initial 'sightings'. At this time there were only a few pureblood demons remaining. One such species was known as the Nosfur. Blood drinkers, who's strength came with the night and waned with the sun, they survived only through their guile and cunning, feeding off man and demon alike. Yet, with man's numbers rising, and demonic races dwindling, their survival looked bleak.
Time passed, and history took it's course. The demon numbers became smaller, while man grew more intelligent. Those that had survived were now amongst the few who remained. Their initial attempts to use man by creating faith worked against them, as man twisted faith to serve it's own will. Demons were hunted and killed, leaving those remaining to go into hiding, eking out a meagre existence underground. The Nosfur weren't so lucky. Their taste for human blood was their undoing. The last few survivors of the entire race were chased across Europe, finally ending up in Slavic Russia, one of million was the last living member. Weak and close to death, it came upon a girl, lost and alone in the woodland. Intent on keeping the species alive, it raped the girl, feeding her it's own blood in the process. The girl died a painful death, but it wasn't until the moon shone directly down upon her corpse, that the Nosfur's plan came to be. Her body reanimated, human and Nosfur physiology joined together as one. She became the Nosferatu, child of Nosfur.
Her own thirst for blood driving her forwards, she fed on a small group of peasants, killing some and drinking them dry, whilst forcing others to drink her own blood. Te human body is more complex than anyone would have believed. It's ability to fight off foreign invaders would have stopped the Nosfur genome instantly. By killing them, it is free to unite the two systems and create the new being. The original Nosfur survived long enough to pass on his knowledge and teachings to his new children. On the eve of his death, his children set out upon the land and the Nosferatu began to rapidly grow in size. It is important at this point that you understand, not all demons are as evil or blood thirsty as the Nosfur were. There were some who cared for others, as much as they cared for their own. The Obyri, were not a single species of demon, but a collection of many, who long held the belief that the future belonged not the them, but to mankind.
Many of the Obyri had appeared before man and taken on the role of gods. It was this people that came to be the few who would learn of the Nosferatu's strengths and weaknesses. Protecting themselves and their homes with Iron and Silver, they swiftly became targets of the Nosferatu. Fearing that their protections would not last forever, the people prayed to their 'gods'. The Obyri knew that man alone would not be enough to defeat the Nosferatu. Agreeing upon the matter, they chose to give themselves up for the sake of others. As a mirror to the last of the Nosfur, the very last survivor of the Bielbog race came before the people.
Bielbog had become known to the people as a God, representing the Power of Good, as the demon's ability to change one thing into another was greatly revered. For with his last breath he joined each of the Obyri with new born children, and the sick and dying across the country. The people named these chosen the Navari. Part demonic Nav, part fallen hero Nari. Though the children would grow as normal humans, the sick and dying were spared. Though human in heart, mind and soul, they possessed the qualities, strengths and weaknesses of the Obyri that gave their lives for them. As the Navari grew, they waged war against the Nosferatu. The names of both spread across Russia, Europe and eventually the world, becoming known by many things. Over time, the Nosferatu and navari became respectfully known as Vampires, and Cursed. Eventually, the Nosferatu were forced underground, hiding in the shadows with the other remaining demons.
The Navari became a secret. Known only to each other, and to the people descended from those who originally brought them into being. It was originally believed to be only those descended from the original navari could become one, but this is not true. Though blood lines run deep, there are cases of Navari children being born into other families, all over the world. The last act of Bielbog, a guarantee that the Navari would never die out. Most Navari are born with entirely human features, though some can have varying levels of defects at birth. The Navari kept in contact with each other across the world, forming groups where they could. They would leave lives as best they could, fitting in with the rest of mankind, who were, for the most part, oblivious to what was going around them. When they were needed, the Navari would hunt the Nosferatu, or any other demon that was making a claim on the human race.
Time is like a river, and history repeats itself. As mankind began to fight amongst itself, warring with foreign nations over minor disputes, the demon race begin to thrive on the death and destruction. The religions they had original started, the ones that had turned man against them, was now fuelling man's desire for power. Demon numbers began to increase once again, and life became much more difficult for the Navari. Though power is always on the mind, man's quest for knowledge was much more powerful. The existence of creatures, neither animal or plant, was known to many brilliant minds. Several groups began to research these sightings and phenomena, cataloguing information over the internet, comparing news stories from the past and present. From these small groups, larger organisations were created.
Top secret government institutions, funded in secret, the staff sworn to secrecy. They existed outside of the regular line of authority, able to take control of any crime scene or case without anyone knowing differently. Trained in the most advanced of fields, with the widest range of knowledge. The Institute of Supernatural Examination, or ISE came to be known to most public services as a special government branch that dealt with odd cases. The true nature of their workings has never been revealed. ISE came to be frequently referred to as ICE, with operatives and staff nicknamed Snowmen, or Frosties. There were several cases of staff members going AWOL, vanishing along with their records. Many were rediscovered, but kept out of the loop. They had turned vigilante, hunting demons and vampires themselves. They became known as Jack Frost's. Though security is kept at the highest level possible, should one of them be turned, the ISE would have to make a concerted effort to take them out before they compromised the operation.
What the Nosferatu want now is a solution to their problem. Their society has grown underground, spanning several generations, with castes and a ruling head, the oldest living Nosferatu. The Navari are still hunting them down, and with the ISE prodding at them with electric prods and instruments, they want more. There are plenty of legends around, rites to raise ancient demons, incantations created long ago that tell of such atrocities that would spell doom for mankind. Which one will work, is another question. The ISE themselves are facing a major change as a new head of operations starts accelerating things and changing the groundwork originally laid down by the organisation. Some people have come to realise there is a word beyond what they know. most have accepted it, and embraced the demons, at least the ones that don't want them dead. The Navari, they've not changed much. As things usually are, whatever happens, it'll be down to them to put right.
Sign Ups
The Navari
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Demon Species: Check attachments for more information
Notable Abilities: Check attachments for more information
Weapons:
Description:
Personality:
History:
Other:
The Nosferatu
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Vampire Species: Check attachments for more information
Birth: Check attachments for more information
Weapons:
Description:
Personality:
History:
Other:
The ISE
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Job:
Notable Skills:
Description:
Personality:
History:
Other:
Demon Creation Form[u]
Species - The name of the species
Distinguishing Features - 3 - 4 noticeable features
Positive Attributes - Good things
Negative Attributes - Bad things
Known variants - Off-shoots from the species such as different appearances.
[u]About the Attachments
Demon List - Contains a list of demons shown in the same format as the empty fields above.
Vampire List - Contains a list of vampires, as well as important information about them such as their strengths and weaknesses.
ISE - Contains some information about who works at the ISE, and some of the things they do. This is not all definite information, there could be other things they do too.
---
The Navari
Name: Aries Burne
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Demon Species: Draconis (Ovis)
Notable Abilities: Significant proportion of skin covered in creamy-white scales, hard enough to deflect swords, clubs or other forms physical assault. Tail at lower back ends in forked spines with same toughness of scales, plus their bloody sharp too. Knits a mean sweater.
Weapons: A shotgun, the pellets of which are filled with with silver, as oppose to lead. And two Silver tipped daggers, approximately 5 inches in length, both with a smooth and serrated edge.
Description: About five foot in height, meaning that he appears a little thick round the middle. This isn't the case however, he's as well built as the next Navari. Not bringing his demon side into the equation yet, Aries has fluffy white hair, cut pretty short, but still with a curl to it. His complexion is fairly pale, but has vibrant green eyes that stand out a mile away (so he's been told). He's mostly found wearing loose jeans and t-shirts, anything that's comfy enough and can stop the tail getting sores. Now, his demon side? Well that's a funny thing. Aside from the tail, which is covered in creamy white scales, and ends in a fork with twin spines, most of his arms, legs and chest are covered in scales too. His palms, face and feet manage to escape that fortunately, but instead, his shoulders running down his back to the base of the tail.. that's all wool. Really fluffy white sheep's wool. The wool also grows around his forearms and ankles. On the sides of his head are two large, coiled, ram's horns.
When he's out hunting, Aries pads up with some basic body armour. The jeans get replaced with black and brown camouflage gear, while over a Kevlar vest goes a matt black jacket. He's been known to dye his hair (and wool) black sometimes, if it helps stay out of sight. He keeps the shotgun holstered under his jacket, while the two daggers are kept in sheaths hidden up both sleeves, so they can be pulled out when required.
Personality: Despite being the brunt of a few jokes regarding his origins, Aries is a pretty laid back kind of guy. He tends not to take offence at the jibes, instead turning them around so the joke is on his tormentor. Those that he is friends with know him well enough to avoid cracking a smart remark around him, but understand his jokes perfectly, and share a laugh at the expense of others. Aries is pretty strict about his appearance, he likes to keep himself well pruned, and well sheared too. All in all, he uses what he is as a weapon, acting the innocent joker then laying some hardcore violence down on things before they can stop laughing. Aries takes trust seriously, if he can't trust someone, then he can't work with them. If someone betrays his trust, then they are really fucked.
History: A regular Draconis Father and a human mother who worked on nothing other than a farm, brought into the world a boy covered in sheep's wool. The shock, followed but laughter all round was soon forgotten about when Aries was indoctrinated into the Navari cause. His training began soon, and despite him being the subject of several jokes, he did well enough for himself. His first time against a vampire ended in something of a disaster, when one of his team mates was killed due to them going off alone. After that, he swore that he would only hunt alone, or with people he trusted explicitly. After his horns had fully developed, Aries couldn't go out into public much, so spent most of his time hanging around demon friendly bars. He shares an apartment with a human called Don and a pure Aqua Nymph called Undine (not THE Undine mind).
Other: Aries does actually like the taste of lamb and mutton.
The Nosferatu
Name: Dakim
Age: 250
Gender: Male
Vampire Species: Carnivros
Birth: Soft Blood mother / Hard Blood father
Weapons: Wears a pair of gauntlets. Metal frames cover his hands and a little forearm, while the knuckles of the gloves bear small sharp spikes.
Description: A fairly good looking vampire, well built and fairly smart, enough to catch the eyes of eager yet easy prey. Ridges outline his red eyes, as well as along the jaw line. His hair is dark, auburn brown. As a Carnivros, his teeth are sharper than other vampires, the two main canines joined by a set on the bottom row of his teeth, while all his other teeth have a slight point to them also. Most of the time he is seen wearing heavily stained clothes, evidence of his feeding frenzies, where blood and fluids have stuck and dried to the clothing. His clothes change often, as he steals them from his prey before devouring them.
Personality: Dakim's personality is easily pigeon holed. He's a violent monster. Simply put, because it's true. Dakim's lust for pain, violence and death is matched only by his desire for power. What he wants, he takes, using any means he can. If he wants it bad enough, he'll not stop until he gets it. He has a massive distaste for authority, and would sooner kill someone telling him what to do that actually listen to them, regardless if they were right or wrong.
History: Dakim's mother, an 18th century noblewoman was sired by the Hard Blood vampire she would later bare a child with. In 1756 she birthed a hard blood child whom they named Dakim, an old word according to the father meaning, harbinger. He was treated like any other vampire for some time, it wasn't until his 'family' was forced to flee Spain. Attacked on route to a vampire safe house, his mother was killed, yet he survived by devouring one of her injured attackers. The boy was eventually found by his father, while little remained of the boys meal. After a hundred years of being raised by a gang of blood thirsty and incredibly violent vampires, he made his mark on the world. August 10th a hurricane devastates Last island, Louisiana. hundreds dead, hundreds more easy prey for the gang of vampires.
Eventually Dakim and the gang make their way to Europe again, where they are mercilessly hunted by the Navari. Few of the gang survive, and Dakim goes into hiding. Years later, Dakim hooks up with a Harpi and they flit around the world, feeding and avoiding the Navari. They make it to the underground Vampire community, where Dakim starts rising the ranks. He commands much respect from some vampires, while others would just as soon stab him in the back and take that power for themselves. So far, nobody has had any luck, and those that have tried, died for it.
Other: Has an on off sexual relationship with a Harpi named Lenna. All lust, no love.
Haven't finished my ISE form yet, will post it later. OK, now that this RPG is finally up, feel free to sign up everyone.